Hymn XXXII. Lord, now the time returns,

Lord, now the time returns,
For weary man to rest;
And lay aside those pains and cares
With which our day's opprest:
Or rather change our thoughts
To more concerning cares:
How to redeem our mispent time,
With sighs, and tears, and pray'rs:
How to provide for heav'n,
That Place of rest and peace;
Where our full joys shall never wain,
Our pleasures never cease.
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way;
Only to love Thee for Thy self,
And for that love, obey.
O Thou our souls chief hope!
We to thy mercy fly;
Wher'ere we are, thou canst protect;
What'ere we need supply.
Whether we sleep or wake,
To thee we both resign;
By night we see as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.
Whither we live or dy,
Both we submit to Thee;
In death we live as well as life,
If thine in death we be.
Glory to Thee great God,
One coeternal Three:
To Father Son and holy Ghost
Eternal glory be.